What is your favorite holiday? Why is it your favorite?
My favourite holiday is hard to choose because they have all meant different things.
Norway with my mum is right up there. It looks like a fairy tale. The scenery is ridiculous, in the best possible way, and the men look like Vikings but with better haircuts.
Memphis was another one, because I love Elvis. Standing at Elvis Presley’s grave was a moment I’ll never forget. Visiting Sun Studio was incredible too, because you can feel the history in that place.
But this holiday I’m on now might end up being the most important one.
Not because every day has been amazing. It hasn’t.
Not because I have everything worked out. I definitely don’t.
But because this one feels like the start of my new life.
I’m travelling, writing, figuring things out, making plans, changing direction, and actually doing the things I used to just talk about.
So my favourite holiday is probably this one.
Because it is not just a holiday.
It is the beginning.
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